The Last Shot
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): Lou Reed



The last shot should have killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top

But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot

I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall
With my fall, fall, fall; fall, fall, fall
Gimme a double, give yourself one too
Gimme a short beer, and one for you, too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move

But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot

Whiskey, Burbon, Vodka, Scotch
I don't care what it is you got
I just wanna know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit feeling good
See, this here's where I chipped my tooth
Shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a Quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot

Here's a toast to all that's good and
Here's a toast to hate
An' here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting
When I say I'm getting straight
When I say I'm getting straight

'Cause when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
That you knew it was
Your last shot 

Chanson Pour L'Éthiopie
Performer(s): France Gall



Ils n'ont jamais vu la pluie
Ils ne savent même plus sourire
Il n'y a même plus de larmes
Dans leurs yeux si grands

Les enfants d'Éthiopie
Embarqués sur un navire
Qui n'a plus ni voiles, ni rames
Attendent le vent

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Mais à chaque enfant qui tombe
Qui meurt loin des yeux de l'Occident
Notre ciel devient plus sombre
Et notre avenir moins grand

Sur cette terre de sécheresse
Ne fleurissent que les tombes
Malgré toutes nos richesses
Leur soleil nous fait de l'ombre

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Donnons leurs des lendemains
En échange de rien
Donnons leur la vie
Seulement la vie
La vie

Chez nous la forêt succombe
Là bas, le désert avance
Plus vite que la colombe
Dans un ciel d'indifférence

Les enfants du Tiers-monde
N'ont que l'ombre d'une chance
Chaque jour, chaque seconde
Faisons taire le silence

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux
Pour ne plus fermer les yeux
C'est beaucoup et c'est bien peu
C'est bien peu

Loin du cœur et loin des yeux
De nos villes, de nos banlieues
L'Éthiopie meurt peu à peu
Peu à peu

Rien qu'une chanson pour eux...

Frontal Lobotomy Blues
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
Performer(s): Steven Fromholz



Well, there must be a potion, a lotion
A poultice that I could apply
A spell I could cast or a hex that would last
Or a pill I could buy
I've been to brujos in shacks, I've seen charlatan quacks
And I called on a wizard I knew
But the sorcerer said I'd be better off dead
Said, "There's nothin' we wizards can do" 
So....

I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Any old doctor will do
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you
I'm gonna get me a bottle in front of me
Any old whiskey will do
I'm gonna get me a bottle in front of me
Drink 'til the drinkin' and the thinkin' are through

'Cause thinkin' 'bout you is all that I do
I'm goin' crazy, Baby, thinkin' 'bout you

I talked to my preacher, my second grade teacher
And a prominent priest
Well, I consulted the eight-ball, a friend who's a shrink
And my aunt who's deceased
And I've been to Bombay, to the ashram to pray
And to sit with the holy Hindu
But the Baba just smiled, said, "God loves you my child
But there's nothin' we gurus can do" 
So....

I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Probably gonna take two
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Bibbity, bobbity, boo
I'm gonna get me a frontal lobotomy
Maybe then, Baby, I'll quit thinkin' 'bout you

'Cause thinkin' 'bout you is all that I do
I'm goin' crazy, Baby, thinkin' 'bout you

The Last Roundup
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and multiple other artists



Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup

Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky
Where the strays are counted and branded there go I
I'm heading for the last roundup

I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading for the last roundup

Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along

I'm heading for the last roundup
There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A-riding in the last roundup

Chanson Pour Les Demoiselles
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



Je vous dois depuis l'école toutes mes folies
Des journées entières à rêver de vos paradis
Cette envie que j'ai de mourir dans vos bras
Pourquoi pas?
Deux ou trois chagrins qui traînent
Mais j'avoue que j'y pense à peine
Allons-y

Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra

Je vous dois des nuits d'ivresse à chanter sous la pluie
Des matins pleins de tendresse et quelques insomnies
Ce besoin de vous qui ne me lâche pas
Pourquoi pas?
Et j'aurai le regret sans doute
De ne pas vous avoir eues toutes
Allons-y

Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra

(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Dansez, ne pensez qu'à ça
(Dansez, dansez, dansez)
Dansez la vie n'attend que ça
Allons-y

Dansez, dansez mes belles
Tant que la terre tournera
Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles
Un jour Dieu vous le rendra..

From Us To You
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles



Da da da da da dum dum dum
Da da da da da dum dum dum
Da da da da da dum dum dum

If there's anything that you want
If there's anything we can do
Just call on us and we'll send it along
With love from us to you
To you
To you
To you

The Last Ride
Composer(s): Hank Snow - Ted Daffan
Performer(s): Hank Snow
and multiple other artists



In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron beast
While ten cars back in the murky dust
A boxcar door swung wide
And a hobo lifted his pal aboard
To start on his last long ride

A lantern swung and the freight pulled out
The engine, it gathered speed
The engineer pulled the throttle wide
And clucked to his fiery steed

Ten cars back in the empty box
The hobo rolled uphill
The flare of the match showed his partner's face
Stark white and deathly still
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still white form
His pal for many a year

For a mighty long time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a home
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern route
And the cops on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek
We drifted down thru sunny Cal
On the rails of that old S.P.
And of all you had, thru good and bad
A half always belonged to me
You made me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you cashed in
To take you back to the old church yard
And bury you there with your kin
You seemed to know I would keep my word
'Cause you said that I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight
I haven't the money to send you there
So, I'm takin' you back on the fly
It's the decent way for a 'bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a worn-out bum

As the train rolled over its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails ahead
While ten cars back in the empty box
A lonely hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his last long ride 

Chanson Pour L'Auvergnat ((aka Merci Brimin Des Coups (Julos Beaucarne) - 1973))
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'Auvergnat qui sans façon
M'as donné quatre bouts de bois
Quand dans ma vie il faisait froid
Toi qui m'as donné du feu quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
M'avaient fermé la porte au nez
Ce n'était rien qu'un feu de bois
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un feu de joie

Toi l'Auvergnat quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel

Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'hôtesse qui sans façon
M'as donné quatre bouts de pain
Quand dans ma vie il faisait faim
Toi qui m'ouvris ta huche quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
S'amusaient à me voir jeûner
Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de pain
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un grand festin

Toi l'hôtesse quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel

Elle est à toi cette chanson
Toi l'étranger qui sans façon
D'un air malheureux m'as souri
Lorsque les gendarmes m'ont pris
Toi qui n'as pas applaudi quand
Les croquantes et les croquants
Tous les gens bien intentionnés
Riaient de me voir emmener
Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de miel
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manièr' d'un grand soleil

Toi l'étranger quand tu mourras
Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera
Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel
Au père éternel

From Today
((French & Italian Versions: Désormais (Charles Aznavour); Oramai (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



From today I never more will say "I love you"
From today my road will take a different turning
So many chances are behind me
So many words I cannot mend

From today our journey to the stars is over
From today our castles in the air are burning
The dream that all began so sweetly
Has brought us to the bitter end
 
Chorus:

From today, never more will our
Song be sung, as it was when the world was young
And our love was new and splendid
From today, as the memories
Start to fade, all the miracles we have made
Are now ended, from today

From today I try to live without confusion
From today I try forgetting all about you
Too many words remain unspoken
Now there is nothing left to say

From today I'll walk away from disillusion
From today I'll wander through the world without you
Our little house of cards is broken
I have no numbers left to play

Repeat chorus

From today

The Last Rebel
Composer(s): Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant - Robert White Johnson - Michael Lunn
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd



There's a grey horse standin' still 
As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride 
The rain pours off his hat 
You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes 

Now the cannons are silent 
His friends are all gone, gotta put it all behind him 
If he ever wants to find his way home 
He's the last rebel on the road

Just a boy with his old guitar 
Keeps to himself, but everybody takes him wrong 
But he carried on, got a dream that will never die 
Can't change him 
No use in staying where you don't belong

Now he's rollin' down the highway 
Gone too far too fast 
No one will ever find him 
He'll never look back 

'Cause he's the last rebel 
And he's all alone, he's the last rebel 
His friends are all gone 
He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road

There'll never be another like him 
He's the last of a dyin' breed 
Ain't no use tryin' to change him 
'Cause he's the last rebel 
And he's all alone, he's the last rebel 
His friends are all gone 
He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road

Chanson Pour Consoler
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall



Souris-moi et dis-moi
Est-ce que tu rêves de moi
Quand je ne suis pas là

Souris-moi et dis-moi
Regarde, regarde-moi
Est-ce que tu me trouves jolie comme ça

Je sais tu est fâché contre moi
Mais ça va passer
Quand ça passera

Souris-moi et dis-moi
Tu veux que je chante quoi
Moi je veux bien n'importe quoi

Souris-moi et dis-moi
Ne fais pas cette tête-là
Écoute, je chante pour toi

Souris-moi et dis-moi
Si je siffle, tu riras
Tu sais bien que je n'y arrive pas

From This Moment On
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists



From this moment on
You for me dear
Only two for tea dear
From this moment on

From this happy day
No more blue songs
Only hoop-de-doo songs
From this moment on

You've got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight

From this moment on
You and I babe
We'll be ridin' high babe
Every care is gone
From this moment on

You've got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight

From this moment on
You and I babe
We'll be ridin' high babe
Every care is gone
From this moment
From this moment
This very moment
This moment on

The Last Picasso
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond



The last Picasso, the last Picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and Don Quixote 
Well Don Quixote the old man's rhyme has lost its reason
which only reminds me have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty
would seem so empty, the last Picasso

Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me and you-- 
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
The last Picasso, the last Picasso may gather dust amid the ruins
and Don Quixote, Well Don Quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes
but I still have you and I will have you when everything else is gone and done with
We'll be like one with the last Picasso

Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- 
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
Oh, me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- 
We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh
Oh, me and you --we, we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh 
Oh, me and you

Chanson Ouverte
Composer(s): A. Goldstein - Gabriel Yared
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Chanson ouverte
À celui j'connais pas
Qui m'fait rêver tout bas
À celui qu'est pas là
Mais qui vit tout près d'moi
Dans ma tête nuit et jour
Lui déclare sans détour
Pour toujours
Tout l'amour
Chanson ouverte
À celui dont j'ai pas
L'adresse ni l'téléphone
Celui qui entendra
La p'tite chanson qui sonne
Dans sa tête nuit et jour
Qui déclare sans discours
Pour toujours
Tout l'amour

From The Vine Came The Grape
Composer(s): Paul Cunningham; Leonard Whitcup
Performer(s): The Gaylords; The Hilltoppers



From the vine came the grape
From the grape came the wine
From the wine came a dream to a lover
He was back with Marie on the Isle of Capri
With a million stars shining above her
Once again he romanced as the kissed and they danced
And even her wedding bells chimed

From the vine came the grape
From the grape came the wine
And for Tony, a wonderful time

With a song in his heart
He would sip another little glass of wine
With each sip he would cry
My bella Maria you're mine

From the vine came the grape
From the grape came the wine
From the wine came a dream to a lover
He was back with Marie on the Isle of Capri
With a million stars shining above her
Once again he romanced as the kissed and they danced
And even her wedding bells chimed
From the vine came the grape
From the grape came the wine
And for Tony a wonderful time
For Tony a wonderful time

Dietro L'amore
((French Version: Derrière L'amour (Johnny Hallyday))
Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): Toto Cutugno; Amaury Vassili



Dietro l'amore cosa c'è? 
Due processioni di perché
Domande mai esposte, fiduce mal riposte
Paure, voglie che tu hai e che non tiri fuori mai
Sentirsi grande dentro e poi sentirsi niente

E stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te
Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me

Dietro il tuo amore cosa c'è? 
La donna che appare a me
E quando fai l'amore, vuoi proprio far l'amore
Istinto, femminilità, tra una bugia o verità
Dierto l'amore cosa c'è? 
Che cosa c'è davvero?

Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te
Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me

E le mie mani su di te, i tuoi respiri dentro a me
Il tuo spogliarti lento, il lume ormai già spento

Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te
Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me
Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te
Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me

Chanson Indienne
Composer(s): Robert Gall - David Whitaker
Performer(s): France Gall



Collines bleues et champs de lavande
Oranges et roses au bord du Gange
Je ne verrai jamais
L'Inde mon merveilleux pays

Mille senteurs, le tabac en fleur
La neige au loin douce à mon cœur
Je ne verrai jamais
L'Inde mon merveilleux pays

La terre sèche, le peuple prie
Oh je voudrais que tombe la pluie
Que les enfants n'aient plus faim
Dans mon pays

Je suis perdue dans la nuit
Dans cette ville où je vis
Jamais de chants ou de rires
Et rien que vivre pour mourir

Collines bleues et champs de lavande
Oranges et roses au bord du Gange
Je ne verrai jamais
L'Inde mon merveilleux pays

Mille senteurs, le tabac en fleur
La neige au loin douce à mon cœur
Je ne verrai jamais
L'Inde mon merveilleux pays

Trop de tonnerre tombe sur la ville
Trop de soldats pour chaque fille
Le cœur tranquille dans mon pays
Où est-il?

From The Underworld
Composer(s): Howard Blaikley;
Alan Blaikley; Ken Howard
Performer(s): The Herd



Out of the land of shadows and
darkness, we were returning
Towards the morning light
Almost in reach of places I knew
Escaping the ghosts of Yesterday
You were behind me following 
closely
"Don't turn around now"
I heard you whisper in my ear
"If you should turn now
All that you won 
Will vanish just like a passing dream
Just on the very verge of the
morning, daylight was dawning
freedom was but a step away
now with the deep dark river
behind us
what could go wrong if I stayed
strong in mind
What was the sudden lapse into
madness, what was the urge that
turned my head around to look at you?
What was the stubborn will
to destroy the love and the joy
I nearly held?
Three times the thunder roared
in my ears
in all of my years I'll see that lost
look in your eyes
As, with a sigh like smoke in the wind
you slipped from my grasp into
the waiting shadows
so much I longed to say
but my touch found only the
empty air and a black nights
coldness
Into another world you entered
and never again I can reclaim you

The Last One To Be Loved
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
Performer(s): Dionne Warwick
and multiple other artists



And now you're here
My lonely days are through
Oh I'm so glad
That I saved my love for you
I'm the last one to be loved
I'm the last one to be loved

Het Geluid Van Stilte
((Adapted from: The Sound Of Silence (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1964))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Lennaert Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - 1965

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - La Voix Du Silence (Marie Laforêt)
1966 - La Tua Immagine (Mike Liddell & Gli Atomi)
1975 - Il Suono Del Silenzio (Adriano Pappalardo)
1982 - Chanson D'innocence (Gérard Lenorman)



Luister duisternis, mijn vriend
Waaraan heb ik het verdiend
Dat ik telkens in mijn dromen
Dezelfde angst moet tegen komen
En het visioen dat mij bedreigd
En 'k iedere nacht weer verwacht
Met het geluid van stilte

In iedere droom loop ik alleen
Door straten zonder einde heen
Onder een kille straatlantaren
Sta 'k in de donkere nacht te staren
Tot ik verblind wordt door een flits in mijn gezicht
Neonlicht
En ik hoor 't geluid van stilte

En dan zie ik telkens weer
Tienduizend mensen, misschien meer
Zonder iets te zeggen fluisteren
Horen maar naar niemand luisteren
Luidjes schrijven die geen sterveling zingen wil
Het blijft stil
Ik hoor alleen de stilte

Vreemd dat ik het nu pas weet
Dat stilte in mijn hersens vreet
Zijn mijn woorden niet te horen
Gaan mijn gebaren soms verloren
Want mijn woorden vallen als de regen stil
Zonder wil
Echo van niets dan stilte

En men is bang van elk gebod
Van de hoge neongod
En aan alle kanten preken
Lichtreclames als een teken
Dat de woorden van profeten op de schuttingen staan
Als vermaan
Er rest alleen de stilte...